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Her touch seemed to melt a little of the ice that had formed around his heart. "No place I'd rather be." |
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She squeezed his arm. "Good answer." |
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They stopped for a nightcap at T.G.I. Friday's and then walked with several other couples back up the hill to the hotel. Their room was spacious and had been recently renovated. The walls were overlaid with a rough-textured grass paper and decorated with pastel watercolors. The bed was firm and large. The moment Cyrus walked into the room, he removed his jacket, put the 9mm into the drawer in the bedside table and stretched. |
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"Boy, am I beat." He sighed. |
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Kyna pushed him back onto the bed. |
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"What's up?" He laughed. "I thought you were tired." |
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She was wearing a form-fitting gray turtleneck dress with a wide black leather belt and a pair of gold hoop earrings. The outfit looked good on her, but all evening it had sort of reminded Cyrus of the getup his second-grade schoolteacher used to wear. Taking a cassette tape from one of the dress's pockets, Kyna gave Cyrus a long sultry look and slipped the tape into the tapedeck/alarm clock on the night table. Then she pushed the play button and went to the foot of the bed. |
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"What's that? Learning German the Easy Way?" |
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It was The TrogsWild Thing. |
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She closed her eyes and began to move her hips, slowly at firstan emphatic bump followed by an exaggerated grind, each movement timed to coincide with alternating pulses of the music's strong bass beat. As the tempo increased, Kyna's hips revolved faster and faster. Her hands slid down the outside of her thighs, grasped the hem of her skirt and raised ita few agonizing inches at a timeuntil her legs were exposed from toes to the tops of her sheer black stockings. The dress continued up past her waist, over her shoulders and then flew off out of sight. |
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As the blood began to invigorate a few of the more ticklish parts of Cyrus's anatomy, any resemblance Kyna may have exhibited to his second-grade teacher vanished. The woman |
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